john tiong chunghoo - Morn birds, noon birds
the joyous chirp <br />of a sparrow <br />in the morn sky <br />sends a heaven into me <br />for a moment <br />i am the piano <br />and the chirp <br />a finger that sends <br />pleasant notes <br />reverberating <br />through my soul <br />this afternoon <br />heard the more <br />sedated chirps <br />of a bird on a wire <br />the halcyon noon <br />where the sun and <br />comfortable temperature <br />entice you to bed <br />note after note <br />the bird sings <br />wheeling nauseatic <br />nostalgic images <br />through my brain <br />school days, <br />childhood friends <br />and those days <br />that reminded us <br />of dream chasers <br />in a land of honey <br />the colour of light brown amber <br /> <br />inspired by<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../morn-birds-noon-bir
